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Any entries earlier than this were pre-reboot.
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Outside of the Nexus Hotel, waiters and hotel staff had begun to set up the umbrellas and the tables in the middle of the day. Soon, it became clear that something was happening in the shadow of the Nexus. White tablecloths were draped on the tables and drinks and food were brought out with the help of several waiters and servers, staffing tables with hot and cold foods beside bartending stations. Summery drinks in bright, neon colors are laid out one by one and soon, the afternoon light casts a radiant look on the scene.

Music plays faintly in the background and a note at the front desk invites all the Nexus guests to head outside and join in on the summer party, which promises to continue going as long as there are people to stay and continue keeping the warm atmosphere rolling.

On the lawn, social games had been set out -- lawn bowling, croquet, and tables were set up with chairs for anyone who didn't quite have the will or the spirit to get into such games. Soon, a small number of people had begun to mill around, but as with all parties, there's always room for more.

Mar. 29th, 2014 11:38 am
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Snape's life for the past several years has been one of dull routine. Wake up, get dressed, find something to eat, avoid everyone else, avoid the oppressive heat, avoid his terrible roommate, avoid avoid avoid. Sometimes, strange things would happen, like waking up in a new place, or with a new body, or with magic that was useless in the face of the abilities he knew he had.

But mostly, it was dull routine.

Until today.

Today should have been normal, like every other day. Nothing strange was happening on the island, at least not that he could tell. So he went about his routine. Clothes -- black, sober, as clean-pressed as he could get. Wand, tucked up his sleeve, just like every day, just in case. His fingers wrap around the doorknob to his room, and he twists and pulls...

And the room he steps out into is not the compound. Instead, he's standing in the front lobby of a hotel, much grander than anything he's seen in years.

Snape blinks. "You have got to be kidding me," he says. This is a new one for the island, this spontaneous changing of setting -- usually it happens overnight, when no one is aware of the change. He's never walked through one door and wound up somewhere else, instead.

Well, until now.

Snape folds his arms over his chest and glares out at the room, as he looks for a familiar face to demand an explanation from.


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